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Charles Damon '32 


Ruth Pittsinger '32 

Neva Nash '32 


Philip Cook '32 


Richard Burke '33 

Frederick Goodhue '33 


Harriet Dodge '33 George Field '33 
Juvy Black '33 Edward Sheehan '32 
Esther Lupien '32 George Judd '33 


Senior Class 

Class Day Exercises 

Class Roll 

Song Hits 

Class of 1933 

Class of 1934 

Class of 1935 



Alumni Notes 


Washington Trip 

Class Grinds 

Tree Dedication Poem 


®liis issue of ttte (Eattler 


A&albert Haikg 

in memory 

of bis faithful serwices as 

care-taker of our school 

aub of Itis 

loyal oeuotiou to his couutru, 

Full Ranks 

There is no white-haired vet'ran 

To stand in our line today. 

There is no white-haired vet'ran 

Showing and leading the way. 

For him the reveille sounded, 

He heard and answered the call. 

Now on his fresh and rounded grave 

Our tears of sorrow fall. 

Today a small green wreath proclaims 

The love our hearts would tell, 

And o'er him wave the Stars and Stripes- 

The flag he loved so well. 

Soft and low is the bugle note, 
Soft is the roll of the drum, 
As through the lane of blossoms sweet 
The silent marchers come. 
Full-ranked, they stand at attention, 
As they did one other year, 
And though we do not see them 
We know that they are here. 
Full-ranked, they stand at attention 
And none are wounded or maimed; 
Their barracks a mansion in heaven — 
This is the goal they've gained. 

The tasks they've left will finished be 
By loyal hearts and true 
For the Boys in Khaki love the flag 
As well as the Boys in Blue. 

— John Black. 

The Life Story of Adalbert 

Adalbert Bailey, 89, Williamsburg's last 
surviving Civil War veteran, who had 
lived for over sixty years at the foot of 
Village Hill, passed away on May 3, 1932, 
at the home of his daughter, Mrs. Leigh 
Perkins, of Riverdale, West Springfield. 

Mr. Bailey was born in Amherst, son of 
Samuel and Violet (Snow) Bailey. He en- 
listed from Conway with Co. C, 31st 
Massachusetts volunteers, serving first as 
a drummer boy, and was promoted to first 
sergeant before the end of the Civil War. 
On October 6, 1868, he married Juliet 
Metcalf, daughter of the late Jonathan 
Metcalf of this town, who conducted a 
candy shop in the Metcalf house at the 
foot of Village Hill. Mr. Bailey was em- 
ployed as a machinist and toolmaker for 
the Haydenville Brass Company for twen- 
ty years, and was well known as an ex- 
cellent workman. 

His devotion to his wife, who had been 
an invalid for many years, won the ad- 
miration of the townspeople, and his love 
of a good story, whether told by himself 
or another was a marked characteristic of 
the man. 

When Mr. and Mrs. Bailey had been 
married sixty years, they celebrated their 
anniversary, and his pride in Mrs. Bailey, 

dressed in her wedding gown, was delight- 
ful to remember. 

He was an active member of the Willi- 
amsburg Cemetery Association, and had 
been an officer of the association for 
many years. He was a member of the 
Jerusalem Lodge of Masons of Northamp- 
ton, and of Clary Post, Grand Army of 
the Republic, of Conway, where he enlist- 
ed. His family was living there at the 
time of the war. 

While Mr. Bailey was always interest- 
ed in town affairs, he held few public of- 
fices and was best known and will be 
longest remembered for the active part he 
took in the annual observance of Memori- 
al Dav. For fiftv consecutive years he had 
marched proudly at the head of the Mem- 
orial Day parade and was regularly ap- 
pointed by the Town to have charge of 
the exercises. He had secured some fine 
speakers and music for those occasions. 

For many years Mr. Bailey was a 
speaker at the high school assemblies in 
observance of Memorial Day. The friend- 
ly interest which he always showed in the 
school and in the children of the town be- 
gan during those ten years when he served 
so faithfully as care-taker of our school 
buildings — both the old and the new. 


"Be Prepared" 

School Spirit 

The Boy Scouts chose a fine motto when 
they chose "Be Prepared" ; fine not only 
for them but for every person to keep in 
mind and to follow. It helps constantly in 
school, at home and in life. 

This motto is similar to the one used by 
the knights in the days of Chivalry, which 
was, "Be Always Ready". 

"Be Prepared" in your daily school 
work and you will come out on top. On 
the athletic floor and field you will get in- 
to tight places and in the laboratory, ac- 
cidents may occur, but by being ready you 
may save the game or allay somebody's 

At home, unfortunately, many accidents 
occur which sometimes result in severe in 
jury and even death. If you are prepared 
to meet the emergency you may prevent an 
accident or even save a life. 

In life, this motto may be applied every 
day. Many opportunities will come your 
way. But you cannot expect them to wait 
for you until you are ready to take them. 
"Be Prepared" to take advantage of these 
as they come along, and you will go much 
farther. Others may call them lucky 
breaks but you yourself know that they 
are the result of being prepared. 

So anyone can be helped greatly by 
adopting this motto and living up to it. It 
will save you time and trouble too, much 
of which is brought about by being un- 
prepared. After all it is not much trouble 
to be prepared, and it always pays, for 
thus you will be helped to reach higher 

School spirit is a compound which con- 
sists of loyalty, confidence, and willing 

The first quality, loyalty, means being 
true to the ideals of the school, the teach- 
ers, and true also to our schoolmates. In 
order to acquire this quality we must 
strive hard to do our best to support school 
activities such as basketball, baseball, and 
the activities of our own classes. 

Confidence is a quality that is gained 
by being loyal and having faith in our 
teachers and classmates. This quality 
brings out the very best in one. Confidence 
in our fellowmen brings us all to a better 
understanding of life. For example, the 
small child when learning to walk, finds 
it very difficult. After gaining confidence 
in himself, his steps are surer and his 
walking more firm. The same thought may 
be applied to school life. 

We get out of life just what we put in- 
to it. If we try in a half-hearted manner, 
our results are far from satisfactory. 

Because we are so closely associated in 
school work, we should try to find the 
good in each other with the idea of help- 
ing, and refraining from unjust criticism. 
In short — be constructive and not destruc- 
tive, then better work will be the result 
and ideals will be attained. 

May "true school spirit" be the watch- 
word of the Helen E. James High School. 

The Senior Class 


Philip Cook 
Ruth Pittsinger 

Neva Nash 
Charles Damon 



"Merrily I roll along" 

Class Play (1) (2) (3), Tree Dedication Poem. 

For four years Lois has been a faithful and 
loyal worker. Her ambition is to become a libra- 
rian. We are sure she will succeed. 


"Always doing, not pretending" 

President (1) (2) (3) (4), Class Play (1) (2), 
Baseball (1) (2) (3), Assistant Business Manag- 
er Tattler (3), Sports Editor (3), Vice-President 
A. A. (3), Basketball (4), Business Manager 
Tattler (4), President A. A. (4), Class Oration, 
Address of Welcome, Pro Merito. 

Besides being our President for four years, and 
steering the good ship "32" to port he has found 
time to help Mr. Foster wear out the old Oakland. 



"What a flow of eloquence" 

Secretary (1), Treasurer (2) (3) (4), Class 
Play (1) (2) (3), Interscholastic Debating (3) 
(4), Baseball (2) (3) (4), Assistant Business 
Manager Tattler (3), Basketball (4). President 
Debating Society (4). Editor-in-Chief Tattler (4), 
National Forensic League. Class Prophecy. 

Charlie's interest in road surveying has been 
kept up by the practise he has had in measuring 
distance on his trips to Mountain Street. For three 
years he has guarded our treasury. 


"Laugh and the world laughs with you" 

Class Play (1) (2) (3), Associate Editor 
Tattler (4). Interscholastic Debating (4), Class 
Will, Pro Merito. 

We understand "Es" wants to be a nurse, but 
we are undecided whether she will be a nurse or 
a debater, for she seems well fitted for both. 




"Ever cheerful, ever smiling, never known to 

Class Play (1) (2) (3), Secretary (2) (3) ( I . 
Assistant Editor Tattler (4), Executive Committee 
Debating Society (4), President Girls A. A. (4), 
Class History. 

Neva's dramatic ability has without doubt made 
her outstanding in this respect in our class. We 
will all miss her cheery smile when she leaves us. 





"Silence has many advantages" 

Class Play (3) 

"Liz" is one of those quiet and gentle girls who 
is always willing to do her share. We have heard 
little about her future plans, but here's luck and 
lots of it. 


"Preparation is the keynote of success" 

Vice-President (2) (3) (4), Class Play (1) (2) 
(3), Secretary and Treasurer Debating Society 
(3) (4), Interscholastic Debating (3) (4), Assist- 
ant Editor Tattler (4), National Forensic League, 
Farewell Address, Pro Merito. 

If Ruth continues in college the excellent record 
that she has made here she will bring great honor 
to our school. 


"Brevity is the soul of wit" 

Class Play (2) 

No doubt Ruth's witty remarks will be missed 
at school. She hopes to be a school teacher. Wc 
hope she grows a little so she won't be mistaken 
for one of the pupils. 




"Better late than never" 

Baseball (3) (4). Basketball (3). (4), Class 
Play (1) (2). Captain Baseball (4). Captain 
Basketball (4). Prophecy on Prophet. 

"Gal" intends to be an engineer of oil? "Wells' . 
We hope that he will succeed in his work, and he 
May (ri). He has been a loyal supporter of Ath- 

"Now, I ask you" 

Class Play (2) (3), Class Grinds. 

We were surprised how Betty, apparently a 
very quiet member of our class, kept Mr. Foster 
busv answering questions on those Geology trips. 






Parents, Teachers and Friends: 

In behalf of the class of 1932, it is my 
privilege to welcome you to our class night 

Parents : Your patience and under- 
standing, together with your interest in all 
of our undertakings have guided us 
through four years of work and play. We 
hope that we may prove ourselves worthy 
of your efforts. 

Teachers : We take this opportunity to 
thank you for the time and energy that 
you have so freely given us. You have 

constantly set before us high standards of 
citizenship and character, which will be an 
inspiration to us for many years to come. 

Friends : Your interest and cooperation 
in the affairs of the school have carried 
us on to greater efforts. Without this spir- 
it on your part many of our undertakings 
would have been a failure and we are 
grateful for all that you have done. 

Our four years of high school are now 
over, and whatever we may do, we hope 
that your sacrifice and your trust in us 
will not have been in vain. 


In September, 1928 the good ship '32 
with a crew of fifteen, embarked on an 
eventful voyage. We weighed anchor at 
8:45 A. M. all set for four years of trav- 
els. Phil Cook was our captain, Charlie 
Damon our chief engineer, and the job of 
keeping account of the crew's activities 
was wished upon me. Our Naval Advisory 
Board consisted of Miss Burke, Mrs. 
Warner, Miss Dunphy and Mr. Wilder. 
After a few weeks of sailing, our proud 
upper classmen tried to make life just 
as exciting as possible for us. A rumor 
drifted around that plans were being- 
made for a reception. When the night 
came we were all called upon to do our 
part. One of us had to dance around 
one of the tunnels, while others had to 
roll peanuts up and down the main deck. 
However, we all survived with no ill ef- 
fects, other than puffing a bit and losing 
the powder from our noses. Three of our 
crew found it necessary to leave board 
ship that year and left us with a crew of 
twelve inexperienced seamen. The boys in 

the crew practised their "daily-dozen" by 
going in somewhat for basketball and the 
whole crew had the pleasure of making a 
slight appearance in dramatics by swell- 
ing the chorus of the operetta "Jerry of 
Jerricho Road". 

The rest of our first year's voyage was 
uneventful, and the good-ship '32 put into 
harbor safely. 

In September 1929 we started out with 
the same Board and a crew of twelve with 
Charlie Damon as our purser. We were 
now very busy. All hands were on deck 
willing and ready to work. Being a bit 
more experienced this year we took a small 
part in receiving the new passengers. We 
made them do all sorts of stunts, anything 
from crawling around the deck to climb- 
ing the main mast. An interesting feature 
of this party was that it was almost im- 
possible to stop some of them from per- 
forming after they had once started. 

Although we started our voyage gay 
and full of spirit we were saddened in 
November bv the news of the death of our 



beloved Mrs. James. She had always been 
so interested in our school and her acts of 
kindness had been so numerous that we 
could not think of going on without her 
and her gentle influence. Her memory 
will live with us always. 

It was quite unusual for such an unex- 
perienced crew to appear again on the 
stage, but some of us enjoyed minor parts 
in "College Days" while I unfortunately 
was picked to take the part of a dean in 
a college. I think it was just as well for 
the college that it was only a play. In 
spite of the fact that I was in it, the play 
was a success. The proceeds helped fill 
our purser's bag labelled "Washington 
Trip." During this voyage Alice Lloyd, 
one of the crew, was obliged to leave us, 
so we were reduced to eleven when we put 
into port for a two months furlough. 

We hardly had time to get rid of the 
odor of the salt before we received word 
to report back to the ship. As we shoved 
off the capstan bar early in September, the 
fresh morning sea air and the clanking of 
the windlasses sent the blood through our 
veins anew. We were all set for a year 
of activities. We had the same crew and 
the same officers but our Advisory Board 
lost one very competent member, Mr. 
Wilder, whose place was filled by Mr. 
Bergan. The annual reception was given 
to the new passengers and for a few hours 
the attack was heavy. Life was rather 
miserable for them and enjoyable for us. 

By this time we had gained so much 
confidence in our dramatic ability that we 
decided to present another operetta and 
"Belle of Bagdad" was our choice. 

We soon became aware that a basket- 
ball epidemic had broken out on board be- 
cause of the way in which many of our 
crew were prancing about the deck. Aft- 
er a few weeks they felt better and were 
able to do some good work and win some 

victories. This disease was fatal to none, 
but some were left with badly twisted 
forms. During this year we held many 
food sales on main deck and the ship's 
purser announced that a considerable sum 
was tucked away in the money bags. 

We were proud to find some clever or- 
ators among our crew. So we decided to 
settle important questions of the day. De 
bates were arranged and Charlie Damon 
convinced his audience by his forceful ar- 
guments that United States should not 
join the League of Nations, while Ruth 
Pittsinger. in another debate, held her 
audience spell bound while she proved to 
them that immigration should be further 

As the spring season approached we 
were nearing the end of our voyage, and 
we turned our thoughts again to social af- 
fairs. We arranged a whist party to be 
held in the Captain's room to which we in- 
vited all our crew and passengers. The 
affair was enjoyable to say the least. 

As we were now drawing near the time 
when those who had been with us for three 
years would leave us, our thoughts turned 
to the reception which we were to give 
them. We were determined to make the 
affair the best social event of our four 
years. It was held in the Grand Salon, 
which was decorated in purple and gold 
and the party was one long to be remem- 
bered by us all. 

It didn't seem possible that another 
year could have gone by so quickly but we 
were glad to dock and forget our ship for 
two months. 

During our vacation we succeeded in 
getting up a Larkin Soap Order. Due to 
the untiring efforts of Mrs. Warner we re- 
alized a nice sum of money which our 
purser grabbed immediately. 

After two busy months we slipped our 
moorings in September 1931 and we were 



towed out of the harbor into deeper water. 
As we set sail on our last voyage, what a 
crew we were ! Eleven strong we faced 
the high seas, headed for the port in 
which we find ourselves tonight. Our Ad- 
visory Board underwent many changes this 
year. Miss Burke and Mr. Bergan left us. 
Their places were filled by Miss Fisher 
and Mr. Foster: Mr. Stene made the fifth 
member of our board. For awhile it 
seemed as though our classes were put in- 
to the background for larger ventures, but 
through it all we kept our identity. After 
all, I believe it would be hard to conceal 

In the fall a series of entertainments 
was presented by the players of the Red 
Path Bureau. These were all liked and 
you should have seen the way Charlie Da- 
mon watched the tickets go and the money 

Again this year we had the pleasure of 
hearing the debaters of the year before. 
Charlie and Ruth defeated their oppon- 
ents on the Philippine Question, and their 
arguments proved to us that the Philip- 
pines should not be granted their Inde- 
pendence. In a later debate Esther did a 
fine piece of work persuading her oppon- 
ents that Unemployment Insurance should 
not be adopted. We all feel it has been a 
great mistake that these skillful debaters 

were not sent to Washington to help Con- 
gress settle these important questions. 

Although they didn't have much to do 
with, the boys put up a good many hard 
fights in athletics. They are to be com- 
mended for the spirit they showed. "The 
spirit was willing, but the flesh was 

Soon it was time for us to change our 
course and head for Washington where we 
docked. With our wonderful chaperone, 
Miss Dunphy, we enjoyed a most delight- 
ful trip and we feel sure that we saw and 
did as much in that time as anyone could 
expect. It was quite a change from sailing 
the high seas, but we found some things 
there that were pretty high. The crew was 
more quiet on the return trip, although one 
member stayed awake long enough to 
practice his harmonica lesson. Most of the 
time however was spent in cross-examin- 
ing Charlie and Ed as to what they did 
Sunday night. 

The good ship "32" is now safe in port. 
When we looked forward to this voyage it 
seemed long and uncertain. Now that it is 
over, we realize how very pleasant 'it has 
been. Our experiences will give us in- 
creased faith in ourselves to sail the high 
seas of the future guided by our motto: 
"Energy wins the way". 

Neva Nash '32. 


The depression of 1952 was on. As I 
found myself in the great army of the un- 
employed, I determined to become a book 
agent. My travels led me through the 
West where I came in contact with many 
interesting people. 

One day I approached a neat cottage 
surrounded by beautiful trees, and as I 
rang the bell, I heard a woman's voice 
say, "Junior, tell him I don't have time to 

read with six children and a dog and cat 
to look after." Something in the woman's 
voice sounded familiar and patting Junior 
on the head I asked if I could see his 
mother for just a moment. A short 
dark-eyed woman appeared and who 
should it be but an old classmate of mine, 
Ruth Pomeroy. Although she did not buy 
a book, I felt well repaid for the visit with 
her and her delightful family. 



The next week my work took me into 
the state of Indiana. 

The beautiful buildings of Morse Col- 
lege drew me toward the campus. Here 
I hoped to plaee a large order of Latin 
Dictionaries and other necessary books. 
I went to the office where I was referred 
to the President. A very stout bald head- 
ed gentleman turned and said, "What can 
I do for you?" At once I recognized my 
old pal. Phil Cook and what a time we had 
talking over our past life ! After leaving 
high school. Phil attended Oxford Univer- 
sity being graduated with highest honors. 
After graduation he spent several success- 
ful years in the field of education at Har- 
vard where he remained until he was 
called to the presidency of Morse College. 
Here his keen mind and friendly disposi- 
tion won for him the respect and admira- 
tion of faculty and students. 

A month later I had the opportunity of 
visiting the most beautiful library in the 
United States, the Congressional Library 
at Washington, D. C. When I inquired 
for the purchasing agent. I was directed 
to an office where I met a tall brown- 
haired lady. During our conversation she 
told me that she had formerly lived in 
Massachusetts. Imagine my surprise when 
she told me she was born in Williamsburg. 
This dignified business lady was my 
schoolmate Lois Bisbee. Just then she was 
very busy but that evening we dined at 
the Hotel Harrington where we renewed 
our friendship and recalled the experi- 
ences of our Washington trip. It was at 
that time that Lois told me about two of 
our classmates. She said that Ed Sheehan 
was pitching for the Washington Senators 
and that Elizabeth Parker was a Con- 
gresswoman from Massachusetts. It seems 
that Elizabeth after leaving Smith College 
became a writer of great Merritt and was 
now in the field of politics. 

I was delighted to hear that Edward 
was to play in the city the next day and 
I was determined to see that game. The 
following afternoon as I reached the gate, 
the crowd was in a fever of excitement. 
Cheers and whistles from all sides were 
heard and the band played "Massachu- 
setts" when he stepped forward to hurl 
the first ball. After the game. I made a 
dash for the dug-out to see "Gal". Our 
visit was very short because his team was 
to leave that night for Xew York. He did 
have time, however, to tell me that he 
had inherited a fortune, part of which he 
had invested in Wells. While in college his 
pitching had improved so much that in a 
short time he was bought by the Senators 
and had been with them since. 

I too had to leave, for my work in the 
southern states was to begin immediately. 
I hoped to see more of my old schoolmates 
but as duty called me from town to town, 
each day I became more lonely for I had 
met none of them. 

As I tramped the sweltering streets of 
Xew Orleans I suffered a severe sun- 
stroke and lost consciousness. When I 
awoke I found myself in the hospital. A 
beautiful nurse in crisp white linen was 
holding my hand. She told me what had 
happened and how I had been brought to 
the hospital by a stranger. The clear tones 
of her voice reminded me of our debating 
days at Burgy. When I told her this she 
said that she had been waiting for me to 
recognize her. It was Ruth Pittsinger. She 
made things very pleasant for me while in 
the hospital and told me much of her past 
history. After her graduation from a 
training school for nurses she had become 
superintendent in the largest hopsital in 
Xew Orleans. The nurses told me later 
that she was considerd the most efficient 
and best liked head nurse that the hospit- 
al had ever had. 



It was with regret that I left Ruth the 
following week but I was indeed glad to 
find that she had made a success of her 
chosen occupation. 

After my discharge from the hospital, I 
hired an airplane and started for Ala- 
bama. Upon arriving I found that Ala- 
bama was strongly hit by the depression 
and bread was more necessary than books. 
In desperation I determined to consult a 
fortune teller and learn my fate. 

The room was dimly lighted. A weird 
atmosphere shrouded the place. The for- 
tune teller, heavily veiled, approached and 
astonished me by murmuring my name. 
Upon my request she gazed into the crys- 
tal and related to me my past life and ad- 
vised me concerning my future. "Now 
there is just one more thing." I said, 
"three of my classmates from Williams- 
burg High School have disappeared. Can 
you, by gazing into the crystal, discover 
their whereabouts? "I can", she said. After 
passing her hands over the clear crystal 
three times she looked intently into the 
ball. I heard her gasp and jumping up I 

also looked into the glass ball and I shall 
never forget the sight that was before my 
eyes! Neva Nash and Esther Lupien were 
picking cotton in Carolina. The crystal 
showed that they owned a large plantation 
but help was expensive and they were de- 
termined to economize by working in the 
fields. Success will surely reward such in- 
dustrious people. 

"And what has become of Betty 
Wells?" I asked. Slowly the crystal gazer 
removed the veil and turban and there 
stood Betty Wells. 

Betty had married a millionaire and, be- 
cause he had lost his money, she was 
forced to become a fortune teller in order 
to send her son through school. She had 
been at the business for four years and 
now had become quite famous. 

After an enjoyable visit with her I de- 
parted thinking as I went away of the old 
high school days when all were happy and 
did not realize the good times they were 

Charles Damon '32. 


In the year 1940, after a two months 
leave of absence in America, I returned to 
Russia to complete the term that my con- 
tract called for, and was informed by some 
of the officials that a number of American 
engineers had signed long term contracts 
with the Soviet Union. I took a train from 
Petrograd for Moscow, where I would 
change trains to reach my position near 
the Great Ural Mountains. The trip was 
a rather slow and tiresome one after I left 
Moscow, and so I decided to wait over a 
day at a place called Lenin. I had been 
there but a short time when I learned that 
a vast hydro-electric project was being 
built nearby on the Volga River. 

After walking around Lenin for a while, 
I decided to go out and see this project. 

It was a huge one, and as I came closer 
to the river, I could plainly see the out- 
lines of the great dam and the power plant 
which was already completed on the out- 
side and into which parts of the generat- 
ors were being moved. It was while I 
was looking over this plant that I saw 
some of the engineers from the U. S. 

The one who attracted my attention 
first was the fellow who was directing the 
assembling of one of the huge dynamos. 
He looked familiar, but I couldn't seem 
to remember where I had seen him. I 
asked one of the Americans who that man 



was, and he said that the boss' name was 
Damon. Could this be my classmate. 
Charles Murray, who had always been so 
interested in electricity at Burgy High ? I 
approached him and found that it was 
none other than he. 

"Gal Sheehan, what are you doing way 
over here!", he exclamed as he rushed to 
greet me. I told him and he invited me to 
his home. When we arrived, who should 
greet us there — none other than "The 
Belle of Duck Inn"! After a delicious 
four-course dinner, we went into the liv- 
ing room. Instead of the usual afterdinner 
mints we munched Kellogg's Corn Flakes 
before the fireplace, as we told of our ex- 

He told me that after leaving Burgy 
High, he had spent a year at a small elec- 
trical school and then had gone to Mass- 
achusetts Institute of Technology. After 
graduation, he was offered a position with 
the Soviet Republic; talked it over with 
Alice ; got married ; and came to Russia 
under a long term contract as an electrical 
engineer. Because of his natural ability, 
he had been rapidly promoted. After 
spending a joyful evening with them. I 
took the midnight train for my destina- 
tion, feeling much happier to think that, in 
this distant land. I had an old classmate 
somewhere near me. 

Edward Sheehan '82. 


We, the class of 1932, having faithfully 
completed four years of high school, do 
hereby declare this to be our last will and 

We bequeath to the class of 1934, our 
sister class, best wishes for success in all 
that they may undertake. 

To the class of 1933, we bequeath the 
right to try to enjoy themselves as much 
as we did in Washington. 

To the class of 1935 we leave a bottle 
of soothing syrup to quiet their nerves. 

To Miss Dunphy, we leave our grati 
hide and appreciation for the many things 
she has done for us. 

To Mrs. Warner, our math teacher and 
debating coach, we give the right to divide 
her classes in order to hear the debaters. 

To Miss Fisher, we give the office of 
Tree Warden in Woronoco. 

To Mr. Foster, we give the right to go 
on geology trips, not more than once a 
week ; and the right to move rocks from 
the way so that he may get home on time. 

We also give him the use of the Lab. 
whenever he needs it. 

To Mr. Stene. we give the right to 
listen to next year's class meetings. 

Phil Cook leaves his position as engin- 
eer at the Haydenville Library to George 
Field. We know that he will be filled with 
re-MORSE at leaving the place, it is so 
handy ! He is so interested in that work 
that he returns evenings. We wonder if he 
is night watchman. 

Ed Sheehan leaves his ability to choose 
good theatres and good shows to Elmer 

Charlie Damon leaves his ability in 
handling money to John Shaw. He is also 
clever in the use of the telephone. This 
ability he wishes to leave to any Junior 
boy who may go to Washington. For fur- 
ther information ask Cook and Sheehan. 

Neva Xash leaves the corner seat in 
Room I to the earliest arrival next Sept- 
ember. She gives to Junior girls infor- 
mation about the easiest way to climb the 
Washington Monument. 



Ruth Pittsinger leaves to Louise Kel- 
logg, a sum of money, the amount to be 
determined by the class, to be used for a 
serum to prevent measles. 

Ruth Pomeroy leaves her sunny dispos- 
ition to Magdalene Nietsche, and her wit- 
ty sayings to Louise Mosher, but we ad- 
vise her to be careful where she uses them. 

Betty Wells leaves her question-box to 
Dorothy Field. We imagine that Mr. 
Foster will keep it closed. 

Lois Bisbee leaves to Juvy Black her 
talent in letter-writing. 

Elizabeth Parker leaves her shy and 
cunning ways to Ruth Stanton. 

Lois and Elizabeth also bequeath to the 
Junior girls a booklet entitled "Taxi Rates 
in Washington". 

Ed Sheehan, Charlie Damon and Phil 
Cook bequeath valuable information about 
the Washington Fire Department to the 
Junior Class. 

We request that all our good deeds be 
handed down to future generations and 
that our careless deeds be covered up, for 
Shakespeare says: 

"The evil that men do to lives after them; 
The good is oft interred with their 

In testimony thereof we hereunto set 
our hand and seal in the presence of these 
witnesses and declare this to be our last 
will and testament, this twenty-first day 
of June in the year one thousand nine 
hundred and thirty-two. 

Esther Lupien, Class of 1932. 

Class Roll 


*Ruth Pittsinger 
Lois Bisbee 
*Philip Cook 
Charles Damon 

*Esther Lupien 
Neva Nash 
Elizabeth Parker 
Ruth Pomeroy 
Edward Sheehan 
Betty Wells 
*Pro Merito Members 

Class Night 

Philip Cook 

Neva Nash 

Charles Damon 

Esther Lupien 

Betty Wells 

Class Oration Philip Cook 

Farewell Address Ruth Pittsinger 

Address of Welcome 
Class History 
Class Prophecy 
Class Will 
Class Grinds 

Class of 1933 

Juvy Black, were those stories you 
heard on the way home from Hunt- 
ington all right ? 

Dick Burke is always going to the 
"Post Office". What kind, Dickie? 

We wonder if Lawson Clark will 
take up Mason-ry. 

Russell Clark's chief ambition is to 
go right home after Proms. 

Mary Dunn and Catherine Grace are 
our blushing Co-eds from Haydenville. 

George Demertriou, do you think 
it's nice to talk back? 

Harriet Dodge is brilliant and quiet 
but, "still waters run deep." 

We would like to ask George Field 
the meaning of those cold-sores. 

Ask Louise Kellogg and Freddie 
Goodhue if they enjoy cross-country 

We hear that George Judd likes yel- 
low roses! Helen Smiley can vouch 
for that. 

Ruth and Jean Merritt — It's nice to 
have a brother in college, isn't it ? 

We hear that Magdalene Nietsche is 

going to have her hair cut because of 
her liking for "Bobs". 

The car that Rowena Pittsinger 
most admires is the "Packard". Is 
that all? 

David Packard believes in putting 
permanent waves into running boards. 

We ask George Rustemeyer, Is it 
the perfect 36 yet? 

John Shaw — Don't you think it is 
rather dangerous to leave your girl 
outside ? 

Ruth Stanton and Helen Wickland 
are boys — terous over Colors. One for 
brown, other for red. 

We hope that the next Prom will 
be more successful for Elmer Thayer. 

Marie Wells, basketball captain-elect 
had so much experience in teaching 
dancing this year that she will prob- 
ably be a member of the faculty next 
year. How about it Ed? 

Madeline Hollaway because of her 
quiet manner will be very successful 
as a nurse. 

Class of 1934 

Ask Anna Baj what makes Dorothy 
Field jump in Geometry Class. Must 
be nerves ! 

Carolyn — a good Scout from Goshen. 
May nothing em-Barrus her. 

We think that Richard Field will be 
a lawyer. Don't ask us why. 

What can be the cause of the Knox 
in Gilbert Loud's car ? 

Viola Mason's slogan is: Use Pep- 
sodent twice a year and see your den- 
tist at least twice a day. 

When Rita met Caesar, she came, 
she saw, she conquered. 

Ask Murphy, Mollison and Stone 
how often they have heard "Report in 
room one at three". 

We wonder if Henry Soltys is try- 
ing to improve his health for he is 
often advised to, "Come over into the 

Is it because Dorothy Field likes to 
sit down front that she changed her seat ? 

What is the cause of Nancy's recent- 
ly developed interest in music ? 

We wonder if Marjorie wouldn't 
like a, "Packard"? 

We wonder if Chet King would like 
to have his debates cancelled so that 
he can take a vacation and see the 
Seno (Rita) in Argentina. 

We wonder why Bill Corbett has 
named his new bike "Nancy"! 

Marie Allaire always gets good 
marks in school. Why the bo*uquets, 
Marie ? 

Norman saves many critical situa- 
tions when he argues international 
questions with Mr. Stene. 

In this world of modern youth it is 
refreshing to find one girl with old 
fashioned ideas, Gertrude King. 

We wonder why Edith Merritt likes 
the second period in the morning. 

Ask Louise Mosher what's the at- 
traction in Goshen. 

We wonder if Barbara will get out 
of the habit of being Grave (s) all the 

Why is Mildred Sylvester, our new 
basketball star, so interested in Stone 

We wonder if Betty Webb will ever 
stop passing notes. 

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Why does Victoria like to see the 
"Weeks" pass by? 

Catherine Paul likes autumn because 
of the leaves Russell (ing). 

Lena likes to sing the scale because 
of do, Ray and me. 

The depression will soon be over if 
Helen Demerski keeps on buying gum. 

Charlie Warner seems to have Met 
(z) a new girl. 

Allen Bisbee keeps on smiling even 
though he has had a "measly" time this 

"Payne" is welcomed by Maude Os- 

Edwin Russell is keeping up Chester- 
field's reputation for high scholarship. 

Why does Elmer prefer brunettes? 

Litchfield has been more quiet in 
English since Ruth Lloyd told him 
what to do. 

Albert Mosher's mind is becoming 
more "Rusty" day by day. 

Catherine Vining seems to like her 
"Hans" very much. 

Doris Hayden may some day become 
a "Miller". 

Gertrude Heath likes "Bushy" shrub- 
ery best. 

Robert Otis would like to live by 
the Williamsburg depot. 

Will Evelyn Rustemeyer ever stop 
giggling ? 

Annie and Bernice Hathaway cer- 
tainly will thrive in Goshen the "Land 
of Plenty." 

Bessie Muraski seems to be the quiet 
one of the class. 

Room 4 is a "Wait" (ing) room for 
Henry Waite. 

Mary Coogan appears shy. But 
sometimes appearances are deceitful. 

Mr. Foster's "I'll dock you an hour" 
makes an impression on Micky. 

Arabelle has been a great help in 
the 4-H club this year. 

Hans has been more careful in sign- 
ing his name since he stuffed the gong 
with his own paper. 



We wonder if Bill Packard will ever 
know the "place in English class." 

Wliv the interest in Chesterfiled, 

Mary Ellen is so interested in ten- 
nis that she is teaching her Goshen 

Alfreda Korytko is always getting 
into a "Webb".... Beware Otis ! 

Eleanor is interested in her bicycle 
and her curls. 

We are glad to welcome Augusta 
back after her long illness. 

Edna Porter hasn't known Be(h)ans 
since the prom. 

We Should Like to See: 

Song Hits 

1. The lab. quiet. 

2. Mickey Molloy not staying after 

3. Mari Wells without a "Gal" of gas, 
somewhere in Keene, N. H. 

4. Rusty without his "Sonny" smile. 

5. Louise Kellogg without a man. 

6. Esther Lupien without her rheumat- 

7. Ruth Pomeroy with a "beau". 

8. Magdalene Nietsche on time. 

9. Dave Packard learn to drive. 

10. The Freshmen quiet and studious. 

11. Sally Wickland and Ruth Stanton 
not writing notes. 

12. Elmer Thayer get an A-\-. 

IS. Helen Smiley not using her good 

14. Lawson Clark drive slowly. 

15. Mr. Foster in his high school days. 

16. The Oakland in an automobile race. 

17. Fred Goodhue without his smile for 

18. Miss Fisher get angry at Seniors. 

19. Phil Cook without his "Dots" and 

20. Neva Nash climbing the Washington 

Ho-Hum Mickey Molloy 

I'm in Love Again Louise Kellogg 

I'm Just a Dancing Sweetheart Mr. Stene 
Margie Dave Packard 

Yodeling Cowboy George Field 

Why Dance? Elmer Thayer 

Keeping Out of Mischief Now 

Helen Smiley 
I Love Louisa Fred Goodhue 

Pals of the Little Red School House 

Neva Nash and Esther Lupien 
I'm Falling in Love Ed Sheehan 

Finding the Long Way Home 

Lois Bisbee and Elizabeth Parker 
Horses, Horses, Horses Esther Lupien 
Walking My Baby Back Home 

Mr. Foster 
I Fall Down and Go Boom Neva Nash 
You Should See My Neighbor's 

Daughter Phil Cook 

Oh, How I Hate to Get Up 

in the Morning Gal Sheehan 

Alice Blue Gown Charles Damon 

I'm Afraid to Go Home in the Dark 

Lois Bisbee 




The Pines 

The pine trees stand up straight and tall 
To guard the way into the wood. 
Through all the seasons cold and warm 
A hundred years like kings they've stood. 

The Childhood Stream 

When I was young I used to roam, 
Down to a stream that passed my home. 
And here beside the silvery stream, 
I lay upon the bank to dream. 

They know of all that happens there, 
Just where the bluebird makes her nest, 
And where the woorlchuck has his hole 
E'en where the squirrel goes to rest. 

I dreamed about the big deep sea; 

How some day I'd a sailor be. 

Years passed; and then my dream came true, 

For now I sail upon the blue. 

At night when darkness fills the earth, 
Their huge forms loom against the sky, 
But still they guard the forest black 
As breezes through their branches sigh. 

— Rowena Pittsinger '33, 


With Washington, the father of our land, 
America was founded long ago. 
Such men as he were born to take command. 
His skill was far beyond his stronger foe. 
In war, in peace, he loved his countrymen. 
No greater statesman ever took the lead. 
God loved this brave Virginia gentleman, 
To us He sent this man in time of need. 
Oh Washington! We celebrate your birth; 
No Bicentennial can show your worth. 

— Charles L. Warner '35. 

I Wonder Why 

They say the moon is just green cheese, 
And if you went there you would freeze. 
I can't believe that this is true, 
Because it shines the whole night through. 

I wonder why the sky is blue, 
Yellow or bright pink would do. 
Or why stars glitter bright at night, 
And make a very showy sight. 

I wonder why the clouds are white; 
And why the sun won't shine at night. 
Or why the rainbows arch the sky, 
With colors bright. I wonder why? 

— Raymond Bradford '35. 

Xow afternoons when the ship's at rest, 
When the crew's away and the sun's in the 

I sit on the deck and dream a sweet dream 
Of the days I lay beside the stream. 

Oh, I'm a sailor brave and free, 
But I would give the world to be 
A boy again by the little stream 
Where I lay upon the bank to dream. 

— Catherine Paul '35. 

The Violets' Pledge 

Down by the gurgling water's edge 
The violets did sweetly pledge: — 
"We'll be the prettiest this year. 
Of lovely purplish blue, so clear. 

We'll pray to God with faces bright 
As we look upward to the light, 
And when the children violets pluck 
We'll wish them all the best of luck." 

—Ruth Llovd 



The sun is rising in the east. 
And lighting up the dull gray sky. 
The birds begin their morning feast 
By singing a sweet lullaby. 

The morning-glories lift their heads 
To meet the laughing sunbeams gay. 
And violets from swampy beds 
Awake to greet the coming day. 

—Rita Rilev '34. 



The Sticker 

Not always does the flash and star 

Eclipse his rivals on the track. 
The best of runners yields his crown 

When pluck and courage start to crack. 
Though plodders keep an even gait 

Their eyes are on the goal ahead, 
And when the gruelling stretch appears 

They meet it like a thoroughbred. 

The sticker, not the sprinter wins 

The laurels of the hard fought race. 
The person with a hero's heart 

Fights on and never slackens pace. 
And thus we find in life's great game 

The men who ever onward press, 
While quitters drop along the way, 

Win treasured trophies of success. 

— George Demetriou '33. 

Sea Song 

I love the song of the stormy sea, 
With billows crashing recklessly; 
Let me hear the song I've heard them sing — 
Let me feel the foam and the spray they fling. 

Crashing of waves on the wind-swept shore, 
Crying of sea gulls hovering o'er, 
White caps dotting the sea's grey breast, 
A dazzling sunset suffusing the west. 

—Ruth Stanton '33. 


"A penny for your thoughts, my maid. 

What are your thoughts, I pray?" 
"They're birds and though I don't know why, 

They often go astray. 

"The pleasant thoughts are bluebirds bright, 

Whose shiny, glossy wings 
In sunshine brightly glinting, make 

My heart a' listening sing. 

"One day a lovely thought of love, 

A white bird flying high, 
Was coldly, harshly thrust aside 

And left alone to die. 

The Flag 

Flying from the hilltops, 
Flying true and brave, 
Flying on a lonely, 
Unknown soldier's grave. 

On every ship and building, 
The flag floats brave and true, 
The banner of our Country — 
The red, the white, the blue. 

— Lois E. Bisbee '32. 

Your Cares 

In whatever this life brings, 
Do not frown at tiny things, 
Or let trifles be your master. 
Save your sighs for real disaster. 
If small troubles bother you 
And to courage you're not true, 
What will happen if some morrow 
You come face to face with sorrow? 

— Louise Kellogg '33. 


There is a very pretty flower, 
Which blooms in sunny May. 
Its stem is long, its leaves the three, 
And it grows more every day. 

This plant contains a little boy, 
Who sits with eyes cast down. 
He never moves, nor turns his head, 
But always wears a frown. 

The children all, in sunny May, 
This plant are glad to see, 
And when they find this little boy, 
They dance in ecstasy. 

— Marie Allaire '34. 


What is more dear to us than friends? 
Dear friends who are so tried and true, 
Friends who are loyal, good, and kind, 
Who bring you cheer when you are blue. 

"Of ugly things I will not think, 

I push them out of sight; 
Lest like a robber bird they steal 

My bluebirds from the light." 

—Harriet E. Dodge '33. 

What is the way to keep our friends? 
Has it ever occurred to you, 
When learning that they need your help, 
To lend a hand and pull them through 

— Marjorie Damon '34. 



Keep A'Smilin' 

It is often very hard to keep a' sinilin', 
When the road looks steep ahead, to keep 

a' sinilin', 
When the morning conies too soon, to get 

up sinilin' 
And you hate to leave your bed, to get up 


It is often very hard to keep a' smilin' 
When you think the world's gone wrong, 

to keep a' sinilin', 
When you have to blink back tears, to keep 

a' smilin", 
And the spice of life seems gone, to keep 

a' smilin'. 

It's a habit we've to learn, to keep on 

smilin' — 
If we'd only practise more, to keep on 

Why, our neighbors all would start to keep 

on smilin' 
And we'd make the whole world o'er, — So 

keep on smilin'! 

— Harriet E. Dodge '33. 

My Flower-Garden Folks 

I walked through my beautiful garden 
On gray stones laid with care, 
Dreaming a dream of the future, 
Thinking I'd be alone there. 

But there boys and girls were together! 
Some smiling, some gay, and some sad; 
In all of the rainbow colors 
They were very prettily clad. 

Rose was leaning upon a fence 
In a cool and cozy nook; 
Of the perfume she was wearing 
A deep, sweet scent I took. 

Daisy stood up pale and tall 
Around her neck, a frill; 
She smiled and nodded as I passed 
Her tiny, flowery hill. 

Pansy raised her sweet round face 
And seemed content to know 
That tho' she was not very tall 
She might continue to grow. 

And there beside a wond'rous pool 
Was Fern in palest green; 
And mirrored in the water blue 
Her delicate gown was seen. 

I beamed upon Miss Clematis 
Gowned in purple and soft lace, 
Who stood by the stony pathway, 
Its sloping sides to grace. 

Pure Lilly stood there tall and fair 
Nodding her gay white head; 
Beside her, an American Beauty 
Was blushing, a rosy red. 

I came upon Sweet William 
He was dressed like Fauntleroy 
In velvet of bright color 
Quite unusual for a boy. 

He was making love to a girl 
Whose name was Marguerite. 
He asked her if she would be his; 
She nodded assent, sweet. 

He told her Jack-in-the-Pulpit 
Would marry them some fine day. 
I knew I must not eavesdrop; 
So I turned and went away. 

Violet hung her tiny head 
She was looking pretty blue. 
I really hate to have to think 
She loved Sweet William too. 

— Viola B. Mason '34. 

The Little White Schoolhouse 

How vivid are the memories 
Of days which were so bright, 
When as a child I journeyed to 
That little school so small and white. 

An there with school mates not twice ten. 
Eight years of joy and care I spent 
With lessons long and hard which kept 
Me many hours at studies bent. 

And when our lessons all were done 
The singing birds and blooming flowers 
Called us to come and spend with them 
Those many happy springtime hours. 

—Ruth Pittsinger '32. 




One sunny spring day as I sat in my 
classroom idly looking out the window, I 
could see people hustling about and birds 
sitting in the near-by trees singing joy- 
ously. The leaf buds were opening and 
the snow-like patches of bluets on the vel- 
vety-green grass made a restful scene. 
Everything outside seemed bright and 

Suddenly, I realized that the teacher 
was looking at me. I was embarrassed to 
think I had been caught day-dreaming in- 
stead of absorbing my American literature. 
On opening my book, my eyes fell upon 
William Cullen Bryant's "Green River". 
He used to sit quietly and idly muse by 
the river's side. He expressed his feeling 
in the following lines — 
"I often come to this quiet place, 
To breathe the airs that ruffle thy face, 
And gaze upon thee in silent dream, 
For in thy lonely and lovely stream, 
An image of that calm life appears 
That won my heart in my greener years." 
We, too, can read lessons from nature 
and plan foundations for our dreams or as 
Henry Thoreau so ably puts it, "We must 
endeavor to live the life we have imagined, 
and we shall meet with success." 

In "My Lost Youth", Longfellow tells 
of a boy's ambitions, vision, and high 
ideals. The Maine sea coast and hills were 
his boyhood haunts of mystery. He re- 
called the magic of the sea with waves 
tossing freely. The quiet neighborhood, 
breezy groves, and old friendships all be- 
came real to him again as he wrote about 
his youth. 

America's best lover president, Abra- 
ham Lincoln, spent much time in quiet 
thought. He had seen the abuses in slave- 
ry during his childhood, and became con- 
vinced it was morally wrong. Surely, this 
man must have dreamed about the free- 

dom of the slaves a great deal to become 
so convinced that he could withstand half 
of the nation opposed to his ideas. His 
dreams were constructive, and has he not 
gone down in history as an American ideal 
of patriotism? 

President Wilson, through careful study 
and thought, made himself the interpreter 
of America during the World War. He 
stood for right and entered the war with 
the one thought of making the world safe 
for democracy. His ideals were high ; his 
dreams boundless. Thus, down through the 
ages, great men have risen to fill great 
places in time of a crisis. 

Many people denounce dreamers but it 
is quite evident as one Studies the lives of 
many great men, that constructive air 
castles do produce good results. 

Madeline E. Holloway '33. 


There was nothing left. Black days, 
blacker nights, when the suggestive peep 
of a cricket seemed to re-echo the dismal 
cry of her heart or the step of sqme late 
passerby, creaking on the boardwalk be 
neath her window, seemed to say, "It's no 
use. It's no use." Only the faithful little 
clock on her dresser ticked merrily away, 
"Never give up. Never give up." He 
never did give up but ticked merrily on 
night and day. 

The girl on the cot was thinking. Why 
shouldn't she give up ? There was nothing, 
nothing left; only her poor broken self; 
nothing to live for. Why not end it once 
and for all. Still ticked on the little clock, 
"Never give up. Never give up." What 
did a clock know about it anyway? If 
someone didn't wind it, it couldn't go on. 
She too needed help to push on. Then, 
forgetting herself for the first time in 
many days, she thought of the little or- 
phan, Dolly, whose father and mother had 



once been her dearest friends. How sweet 
she had been all this lime, never whimper- 
ing, but always trying to cheer Mary; fre- 
quently asking when mother was coming 
home. Life was cruel. Why had it been 
she. Mary Duncan, who crashed that ear, 
killing her dearest friends but without a 
scratch for herself? Self-pity is the poor- 
est cure for a tortured soul and self-blame 
can go to extremes, but Mary did not 
know this. 

Slowly the sun crept up from behind 
the hills, bathing the world with soft color. 
But it was a grey dawn and a grey world 
for Mary. She could hear the clatter of 
dishes in the kitchen below. As she 
dressed, she listened to Dolly's happy lit- 
tle voice asking multitudinous questions of 
the little old lady who was preparing 
breakfast. Closing the door softly behind 
her. she heard Dolly say, "Gramma, why 
doesn't Miss Mawee laugh anymore?" 

And the little old lady's sweet voice re- 
plied, "Miss Mary doesn't feel well, 
dearie. Perhaps she'll be feeling better 
soon. Let's try to make her laugh, at 
breakfast. How good it would seem to see 
her smile again." 

The sun actually seemed to be shining 
more brightly for Mary. Dolly's bright 
little face beamed at her as she entered 
the room. The little old lady, hovering 
between table and stove, smiled a pleasant 
good morning. Somehow, things didn't look 
as black as they had the night before. 
Mary could even smile a bit and the littl 
old lady laughed softly to herself when 
she feebly tried to crack a joke. Mary 
was coming to herself. She had known 
that she would pull out of it. Sunny, 
cheery. Mary; how she loved and depend- 
ed upon the sweet girl, who had brought 
so much sunshine into her life. An old 
heart was once more filled with the joy 
and the hopefulness of youth. She had 

grieved much when Mary did not seem to 
regain herself. Now she was glad, and she 
rejoiced again, when Mary walked off to 
work humming brightly to herself. Mary 
was thinking of something she had seen 
down town which she knew would please 
her dear, foster mother. Then too. there 
was a little woolly dog which Dolly would 

Throughout the day, Mary realized that 
she was needed and wanted. She could do 
something for someone. Her heart sang 
as she laid the table for supper. 

That evening when Dolly was un- 
dressed and in her nightie, she came to 
Mary for a story. The story told. Dolly 
placed her arms about Mary's neck and 
gave her a big hug. Mary kissed the rosy 
little face and at Dolly's command, the 
woolly dog. 

Once more seated before the fire, she 
began to think. Of course there was some- 
thing to live for. Had not God placed her 
here to live, to overcome the difficulties she 
encountered, and to smile through the 
heartbreaks? After all. one cannot live 
alone in this world, shut-up in his own 
little shell. That cannot bring true hap- 
piness, though many think so. We are all 
pushers and each must help the other to 
do his part. When we smile through our 
tears, it is sun shining through the rain. 
Somebody is happier because of the rain- 
bow we have made. 

Harriet E. Dodw '33. 

"A Fighting Pilot's Last Chance" 

As the ten fighting planes were wheeled 
up in formation preparatory to the take- 
off, Christy Flannigan walked to his spad 
with a resolute heart. This was his last 
chance to make good, and he resolved to 
come through with flying colors. During 
his previous flights with his comrades, he 
had failed to bring down an enemy pi; in . 



His comrades had been much more suc- 
cessful in their efforts, but Christy had 
failed somehow to come in contact with 
any of them. Today, however, he resolved 
to bring down a plane or die in the at- 

The ten fighting spads were now ready 
for the starting signal, and each pilot was 
warming up his engine. Christy gripped 
his controls and waited anxiously for the 
whistle. What would tomorrow bring? 
Would he come back? 

Suddenly a shrill, piercing whistle cut 
the still morning air. The starting signal ! 
Ten splendidly equipped fighting planes 
took off with their motors working per- 
fectly, and ten fighting hearts were set for 
action. They gained altitude quickly and 
soon were flying in perfect formation to- 
wards the front. Christy worked his con- 
trols with perfect smoothness and showed 
a calm he had not shown in many months. 
His lips were pressed tightly together and 
he gazed longingly for a sight of the en- 
emy. Suddenly, above the roar of his own 
motor, came a low purring sound of many' 
motors in unison. As Christy glanced up, 
he saw many German Fokkers bearing 
down upon him and his comrades who had 
also seen the immediate danger and had 
swung quickly into battle formation. Here 
was Christy's chance to gain distinction 
and show his comrades he would bring 
down an enemy plane or die fighting 
bravely for his country. One of his hands 
was on his machine gun while the other 
worked the controls. 

One of the German Fokkers suddenly 
swung out from the others and bore swift- 
ly down on Christy who saw him coming 
and, with his hand on his gun, waited for 
him silently. Suddenly, Christy felt a 
sharp tug through his arm as the enemy 
pilot fired. The Fokker having dropped 
swiftly was now coming up from below. 

Although his arm hurt severely, he did not 
wait for the enemy to come in line with 
him again. He tilted his gun and fired 
swiftly at his very aggressive enemy. He 
saw his enemy relax, and the plane zoom 
downward in a nose dive. Christy went to 
the aid of his comrades who had begun to 
get the best of the enemy in that hard- 
fought struggle which was characteristic 
of American air pilots during the World 
War. As Christy worked his controls, his 
heart was light for he had squared himself 
with his comrades and had come through 
with flying colors. 

George Field, '33. 


Flaine, a curly-haired and bright-eyed 
little girl, came running out of the house 
slamming the screen door behind her. Her 
mind was chiefly on the large sugared 
doughnut which was rapidly disappearing. 
So intent was she on eating, that she did 
not see her mother's prize, yet terrible, 
gander strutting triumphantly in front of 
her doll house. A quack from Sampson, 
the old gander himself, terrified her so 
that she dropped her doughnut. 

Her first thought was to run back into 
the house and tell her mother. Then she 
remembered that her mother was not at 
home and she was alone. She couldn't let 
that horrid old gander spoil her neat 
house and her family of dolls. So she 
picked up a stick and ran toward the 
monster. With terrible force for such a 
small girl, the stick came down on the old 
gander's head. She swelled with pride 
when she thought that she had conquered 
her enemy ; but alas ! the old gander did 
not move. With trembling fingers she 
touched his glossy white feathers. 

"Oh dear," she wailed, "I have killed 
my mother's prize gander." Just then she 



awoke with a start. Someone was bending 
over her little white bed. 

"What is the matter dear?" asked her 
mother." Elaine, who was weeping viol- 
ently, answered, "I have killed your old 

"Never mind/' her mother said. "An- 
other time we won't have chocolate cake 
and ice cream just before bedtime. 

Ruth Pittsinger '32. 

Alone In The House 

I was alone in the house. I drew a chair 
up to the fire and started to read "The 
Cask of Amantillado". The wind was a 
mad torrent outside and the steady beating 
on the window pane told me that a terrible 
storm was raging. Nervously I dropped 
my book and peered out into the angry 
night. Bang! Clatter! Crash! With a jump 
I turned around expecting to see most 
anything. I faced an open door with the 
shrieking wind striking me in the face. I 
quickly closed it and turned to my reading. 
Aside from the storm, the only thing audi- 
ble in the room was the tick-tick of the 
clock, but it almost seemed as though I 
could hear the thumping of my heart. 

I read on . . . "No answer still. I thrust 
a torch through the remaining aperture 
and let it fall within. There came forth in 
return only a jingling of the bells. My 
heart grew sick — on account of the damp- 
ness of the catacombs. I hastened to make 
an end of my labor. I forced the last stone 
into its position. I plastered it up. 
Against the new masonry I reerected the 
old rampart of bones. For the half of a 
century no mortal has disturbed them . . ." 

The weird story and the storm thor- 
oughly frightened me. Again I dropped 
my book and began to pace the floor. Aft- 
er a short time had elapsed, I tried to con- 
trol ray fear and sat down again. Bang! 
There was a knock at the door. I looked 

up and saw a ghost standing in the door- 
way. He beckoned me to follow him to 
the catacombs. I was drawn to him as a 
piece of steel is drawn to a magnet. He 
led me out into the night. Finally, we 
came to a door in the side of a hill. He 
opened it and we went in. As I entered, 
a damp blanket seemed to fold about me. 
He went down some stairs and I followed. 
Somewhere in the distance I heard the 
trickling of water and on going in a little 
farther the moisture from the moss began 
to drip on me. Then I wondered if my 
fate would be that of Amontillado in the 
story. Deeper and deeper into the cata- 
combs we went and as we proceeded, the 
passageway became so narrow that my 
bare arms touched the damp walls. The 
humidity of the air became so dense that 
I could hardly breathe. 

Whiz ! A chill ran through me. and as 
I turned, the cold air struck my face. 
Then I heard someone say, "Look she is 
as white as a ghost." Finally. I came to 
mv senses and saw mv brother standing in 
front of me. I shuddered and exclaimed, 
"Oh, it is so damp down in the cata- 
combs." He laughed and said, "Next time 
that you are alone in the house, don't fall 
asleep reading Poe's stories." 

Rowena Pittsinger, '33. 

Told By An Ex-Doughboy 

Last summer I took a short vacation in 
France and as my division had seen serv- 
ice near Montolidies during the Great 
War. I decided to revisit the scenes of ac- 

As I walked alone along the line of 
bashed-in and grass-grown trenches where 
we had stayed for weeks. I happened to 
kick up one of the little booklets carried 
by the boys of the American Expedition- 
ary Forces. This book, mudstained and 
torn, was a total ruin except for the last 



two pages which for some reason had 
been preserved through the years. These 
pages were written in the form of a diary 
and brought back floods of memories : — 

June 7, 1918 3:00 P. M. — Although we 
have had hard fighting, we still hold, and 
have advanced beyond the village of Can- 
tigny which we captured from the Boche 
ten days ago. 

June 8, 1918, 1:30 A.M. — I have just 
been relieved from sentry duty, and what 
a relief! Fritz is pretty nervous tonight 
and any movement in our trenches brings 
a barrage of machine-gun fire and star 
shells. Just as I stepped down from the 
fire steps, a corporal who was passing by, 
had his face wounded pretty badly by a 
piece of shrapnel that ricochetted from a 
plank on the traverse. I am writing this 
in the Captain's dugout by the light of a 
candle which is in the neck of a bottle. 
The chief is stretched across his blankets 
fast asleep. 

June 8, 1918, 7:00 P. M. — What a day! 
The Boche started the fun by shelling us 
from 3 :45 to 4 :30 this morning and then 
coming to see us, meanwhile keeping a 
box-barrage around the town in our rear. 
We finally sent them back, with a little 
persuasion, in time for breakfast. I've 
been on the front for two weeks now and 
have received my first wound. A huge 
Hun knocked out two of my front teeth 
with the butt of his Mauser, and so I used 
my bayonet to good advantage. All day 
long we have been ducking casualties right 
and left under a heavy artillery fire from 
the Boche. 

June 9, 1918, 10.00 P. M.— The Huns 
have started their fourth drive and we've 
been having a hard time. We have lost a 
little ground today but not much. The 
hardest fighting was a few kilometers to 
the east of us towards Soissons. As I 
write, the ground is quaking with the 

shock of the bombardment and my candle 
threatens to go out. If those guns don't 
stop soon, I shall surely go crazy. Oh 
God ! what a war ! Blood, blood, blood, 
and above all, I can hear the cries of the 

June 13, 1918, 12:15 P.M. — I can 
hardly see to write for I have had no sleep 
for fifty-six hours. I've hardly time to sit 
down in this dugout, No. 13, an unlucky 
number all right, and all the while the 
guns are hammering the lives into pulp. 
Everywhere men are going "West". Many 
are wounded or worse yet, going crazy 
under the continual pounding. We have 
have been gassed continually in the last 
three days. One good thing about gas is 
that it kills off the rats. The Huns have 
advanced only about seven kilometers 
along a forty-five kilometer front between 
Montdidies and Soissons, and they surely 
had to fight for that. Say ! it would be 
wonderful to see the old U. S. A. again — ." 

Here the story ends abruptly, and well 
it might. I remember that night. I was 
going along the trenches, crawling over 
debris and dead bodies while the shells 
screamed across the sky overhead. Just as 
I was approaching a dugout, I remember 
now, it was No. 13, a German high explos- 
ive shell registered a direct hit on the top 
of it. I was thrown forcibly against the 
parapet, but by good luck none of the fly- 
ing pieces of steel hit me. 

It was three hours later when the oc- 
cupants of the dugout were finally reached 
and they had all gone West. 

So somewhere in France, under one of 
the thousands of crosses dotting Flanders, 
lies the author of this diary. 

Frederick Goodhue. '33. 

The Greatest Gift 

Long ago, in a country far across the 
sea, lived a great king who was dearly 



loved by his people. It was the custom of 
the land for t lit* ruler's loving subjects to 
bring him a gift at Easter. 

Not far from the castle, lived a poor 
peasant couple who had one fair-haired, 
blue-eyed little son. As Easter time drew 
near, they wondered what their gift to the 
king would be. They had nothing to give 
this year as in other years, because their 
crops had failed and they had hardly 
enough for themselves. 

On Easter morning, the little boy sat 
before the window, sadly watching the 
crowds going to the castle with their gifts. 
He loved his king and wanted very much 
to give him something. Suddenly, an idea 
came to him. He ran to his father and 
mother and whispered. "I know what we 
can give our king. You remember I was 
born on his birthday, and you sometimes 
called me the king's child. Let me give 
myself to him for one year." 

Soon the palace was thronged with peo- 
ple who presented their gifts. The mon- 
arch smiled but it was a sad smile, for 
those who had fine gifts would hold them 
high so that all could see them. Finally, 
when everyone had been before the king, 
a fair-haired, blue-eyed little boy pushed 
his way through the crowd followed by a 
humble peasant and his wife. Straight be- 
fore the throne marched the child. 

"Oh. king," he said, standing between 
his mother and father, "every year we 
have given you our best, but this year we 
have nothing to give. Please, would you 
take me as a gift for one year to serve you 
in any way I can?" 

The great monarch descended from his 
throne, laid his hand on the little fellow's 
head and said. "My people, behold the 
most unselfish gift, the greatest gift of 
all." A bright light filled the immense 

room and shone on the little boy and his 
peasant father and mother. The people 
bowed their heads. From somewhere came 
the soft strains of an angel chorus. 

Esther Lupien, '32. 


He had not made the team. That was 
the stinging thought that ran through the 
mind of Bill Gardner as he was looking 
over the gridiron. The blow had come and 
left him hopeless. In his last year he had 
not survived the cut. His four year's 
dream was not to be realized. The cheer- 
ing for the eleven-elect sounded on his ears 
as bitter failure. He was graduating and 
his morose conceit was doubled with the 
thoughts of the girl in the bleachers who 
was waiting to cheer for him; of the fam- 
ily back home; and of the townspeople. He 
was letting them all down. For four years 
he had endured blood, sprains, and sleep- 
less nights. He would carry the scar re- 
ceived in the scrimmage for life. All these 
things passed through his mind as he sat 
on the bench and watched the opponents 
drive his team back. But as he watched, 
the home team rallied and took command. 
Something seemed to snap within him. Joy 
leaped into his heart. He and the other 
second-string men had worked faithfully 
to build the endurance and spirit of the 
chosen eleven. Whether he or another man 
carried the ball, no longer mattered. It 
was all for the team! He had caught the 
spirit of unselfish loyalty. 

He had MADE the team. 

Based on the poem: 



Ruth Comfort Mitchell. 

Charles Warner. '35. 

"irfMifij ^B'ii ; ^Z^3i m ™* ^k B 

rt^to^^^^M ifc : ^^ ^H 

Standing: L. Kellogg, C. Damon, G. Judd, E. Lupien 
Seated: R. Pittsinger, Mrs. Warner, Coacft, E. Mosher. 

Debating Society 

President: Charles M. Damon, Jr. 
Vice-President: Edward Sheehan 
Secretary-Treasurer: Ruth Pittsinger 
Executive Committee: Neva Nash, Philip 
Cook, and Rowena Pittsinger 
Coach and Faculty Adviser: Mrs. Ray- 
mond Warner 

Last fall the W. H. S. Debating Soci- 
ety opened its season with a preliminary 
debate. The question for discussion was 
Resolved, that the five day week is ben- 
eficial to the American people. Louise 
Kellogg won this debate with Richard 
Burke second. In October, Ethel Mosher 
was given first place and Rowena Pitt- 
singer second on the question Resolved, 
that Non-Contributary Old Age Pensions 
are beneficial to the American people. The 
subject for the November debate was Re- 
solved, that the United States should own 
and control the water-power resources of 
the nation. George Judd was considered 

the best debater and David Packard was 
given second place. 

In December Ethel Mosher, Ruth Pitt- 
singer and Charles Damon met Northamp" 
ton High's team with the question Re- 
solved, that the Philippines should be 
granted their conqjlete and immediate in- 
dependence. Williamsburg argued for the 
negative and was victorious. In March our 
interscholastic team consisting of Ruth 
Pittsinger, Louise Kellogg, and Charles 
Damon, debated with a team from Am- 
herst High and again upheld the negative 
of the same question. Here too, Williams- 
burg was victorious. The season ended in 
May with another victory. This time our 
opponents were from Hopkins Academy. 
The debaters were Esther Lupien, Chester 
King and George Judd. This made the 
thirteenth victory for our school with no 
defeats. This excellent record has been 
due to the efficient coaching and tireless 
efforts of Mrs. Warner and we hope that 
it may continue unbroken. 



President — Francis Manwell 
Vice-President — Leroy Leonard 
Secretary — Lulu Bisbee Smith 

Treasurer — Olive Rhoades McAvoy 

Executive Committee 

Jane Kiely Anne Dunphy 

Margaret Trainor Mrs. Raymond Warner 
Helen Nash Watling Louise E. Fisher 

George Luce Edward C. Foster 

Dorothy Jenkins Tiley Gosta Stene 

William Ryan 

Class of 1931 

Phyllis Baker — Smith College 

Roslyn Brown — Northampton Commercial 

Ruthven Daniels — Smith School 
Elizabeth Healy — Dickinson Hospital 
Blanche Heath — Veteran's Hospital 
Raymond Lee — Smith School 
William Merritt — Williston Academy 
Catherine Otis — Smith College 
Irene Porter — Northampton Commercial 

Doris Sanderson — North Adams State 

Teachers College 
Austin Snow — At home 

Carrol Thayer — Massachusetts State Col- 

Roger Warner — Massachusetts State Col- 

Priseilla Webb — Ludlow 


Mary Black '28 — Massachusetts State 

Richard Merritt '27 — Massachusetts State 

Robert Tetro '27 — Massachusetts State 

Pauline Webb '2S — Massachusetts State 

Hadley Wheeler '27 — University of Ver- 

Barbara Bisbee '29 — Wesson Memorial 
Hospital. Springfield 

Fred Duplissey '27 — American Interna- 
tional College. Springfield 

Mildred Heath '22 — Framingham State- 
Teachers' College 


Helen E. Nash '22 to Richard F. Watling. 

M. Evelyn Nash '15 to J. Charles Crump. 

Payette. Idaho. 
Kenneth W. Nash 16 to Billie Nielson. 

Payette, Idaho 
Gertrude Dobbs '25 to Milton Day. 

Catherine Burke '23 to Walter Peeney. 

Coatsville. Penn. 
Margaret Burke '22 to Malcolm McLeod. 

Fred LaValley '25 to Alice Pilon. East- 



April 9. 1932. a daughter to Charles Ro- 

berge '23. 
April 12. 1932. a son to Olive Rhoades 

McAvoy '28. 
April 27. 1932. a son to Richard Smith 


Standing: Field, Coach Foster, Goodhue. 
Seated: Burke, Damon, Sheehan, Thayer, Cook. 


At the opening of the basketball sea- 
son there was much talk about the new 
league that our school had just entered. 

We started the season with an entirely 
new and inexperienced team. We played 
a few games and found that we were hav- 
ing a tough time with sickness, etc. but 
the sportsmanship of the team helped 
greatly. A victory that helped us a great 
deal was our 21-20 victory over our closest 
rivals — Sanderson Academy. As we played 
the various schools we saw how far su- 
perior they were to us in facilities and 
numbers. At the close of the season we 
closed relationship with the league and 
suggested a new one composed of Burgy, 
Charlemont, Ashfield, Bernardston, Belch- 
ertown and New Salem. 

The outlook for next year is much 
brighter with four veterans returning. 

Physical, as well as mental, education is 
vital to high school youths. Adequate fa- 
cilities are plainly lacking here. 


W. H. S. 2, Chester 29 

16, Huntington 24 

10, Smith Academy 36 
7, Charlemont 28 

114, Belchertown 21 

14, Sanderson Academy 28 

13, Clarke School 31 

11, Westfield Trade 43 
7, Chester 23 

21, Sanderson Academy 20 

16, Smith Academy 60 

21, Charlemont 38 

25, Belchertown 30 

21, Westfield Trade 34 

14, Belchertown 24 
10, Huntington 44 

Standing: Loud, Goodhue, Damon, Coach Foster, Judd, Warner 
Seated: Ames, Lawton, Otis, Sheehan, Thayer, Burke, Field. 


The baseball season was shortened this 
year for several reasons, primarily on ac- 
count of financial difficulties. At present 
we have jdayed three games and three re- 
main to be played. The outlook at the be- 
ginning of the season was far from prom- 
ising, yet as the season advanced several 
prospects for next year were uncovered — 
outstanding of which are several good hit- 
ters and a pitcher. 

At a meeting in Westfield shortly after 

the basketball season it was decided that 
the Tri-Valley league would not sponsor 
league competition in baseball. As a re- 
sult, several familiar teams do not appear 
in the W. H. S. schedule. 

W. H. S. 7 , Belchertown 30 
1. Charlemont 7 
i, Belchertown 21 

Games to be played: Charlemont 1, Smith 
Academv 2. 

Standing: M. Damon, Miss Fisher, Coach, J. Black, M. Wells. 
Seated: J. Merritt, M. Allaire, R. Merritt, M. Sylvester, N. Sheehan. 

Girls Athletics 

The girls' basketball team, with Miss 
Fisher as Coach, had a fairly successful 
season this year. 


Mildred Sylvester, l.f. ; Marjorie Damon, 
r.f.; Mari Wells, j.c; Juvy Black, s.c. ; 
Ruth Merritt, l.g. ; Jean Merritt, r.g. 
Nancy Sheehan and Marie Allaire saw 
much service, and we were backed by good 
substitutes, R. Lloyd, Lena Niewiadomski, 
and Evelyn Rustemeyer. 


W. H. S. 14, Huntington 8 

16, Smith Academy 8 

21, Charlemont 23 

17, Belchertown 3 

6, C. D. Nurses 21 

16, Sanderson 17 

17, South Hadley 16 
14, Sanderson 16 

14, Smith Academy 12 

22, C. D. Nurses 29 
20, Huntington 11 
11, South Hadley 44 



Washington Trip 

Saturday morning, April 30th at 7 
o'clock, we left for Springfield with Miss 
Dunphy as our chaperone. We arrived in 
New York about noon where we met Mr. 
Palmer who conducted our trip in a most 
satisfactory way. 

Saturday afternoon we stopped at Phil- 
adelphia where we visited Independence 
Hall, and Wannamaker's store and en- 
joyed a trip around the city. We arrived 
in Washington at 8 :45 and were taken to 
our headquarters, Hotel Harrington. 

Sunday morning we visited the Francis- 
can Monastery, with its indescribable gar- 
dens. This Monastery is a Memorial 
Church of the Holy Land. Sunday after- 
noon we toured the city stopping at the 
Lincoln Memorial and National Cathedral, 
where we saw the tombs of Wilson and 
Dewey. Our next stop was at Arlington 
Cemetery, where we saw the new Amphi- 
theatre and the tomb of the Unknown 
Soldier. From there we went to the Custis 
Lee Mansion where a wonderful view of 
the city of Washington was enjoyed. Here 
we had the unexpected pleasure of hear- 
ing Vice-President Curtis speak. 

Monday morning we visited the Bureau 
of Printing and Engraving, the Pan Amer- 
ican Union, the Capitol and the White 

Monday afternoon we motored to Mt. 

Vernon, stopping at Christ Church in Al- 
exandria where Washington and Lee wor- 
shipped. We also visited the Washington 
Masonic Lodge Room, where we saw 
many of the belongings of Washington. At 
Mt. Vernon we spent two pleasant hours, 
for this old mansion is a wonderful land- 
mark with its smaller buildings and beau- 
tiful gardens. The return to Washington 
by boat was a pleasant trip. 

Tuesday morning we went to the Wash- 
ington Monument and later to the Smith- 
sonian Institute, where we saw the Spirit 
of St. Louis, the inaugural gowns of the 
Ladies of the White House and innumer- 
able other things of interest. Our visit to 
the National Museum with its marvelous 
Roosevelt collection was much too short 
for we could have spent hours there. That 
evening we visited the Congressional Li- 
brary which we could not begin to de- 

We left Washington Wednesday morn- 
ing and arrived in Springfield at 6 :30 
where friends met us. The trip was most 
interesting and educational and we en- 
joyed every minute of it. We feel very 
well repaid for our efforts in raising the 
required sum of money and very grateful 
to the townspeople and friends who helped 

Philip Cook. '32. 



The Class of nineteen thirty-two 
Stands here to plant this tree, 
And dedicate it to our friend, 
The man who made us free. 

Oh ! General Washington so brave 
We think of you tonight, 
The Father of our native land. 
You pulled us thru' the fight. 

This is the Bicentennial year 
Of your most noble birth, 
And that is why we plant this tree 
In praise of your great worth. 

Lois E. Bisbee '32. 


I was never meant to be a bard, 
So for me this task is hard. 
Yet briefly I'll reveal to you 
The class of nineteen thirty-two. 


In numbers we have reached just ten 
Seven girls and three young men. 
We hope that we can win the strife, 
We're aiming for a name in life. 


Phil Cook in studies he has shone, 
And tact for presidency he did own. 
He's well prepared in the Morse code, 
At least the "Dots", are to his mode. 


Ruth Pittsinger our vice-president, 
Our class average, to heights has sent 
In English, Math and Latin too. 
Some day her name'll be in "Who's Who". 


Neva proves a laugh's the style 

To make life's struggle worth the while, 

As secretary she's been just fine 

And with her smile she'll head the line. 

Charlie, our treasurer likes to walk 
As well as use his tactful talk. 
For him we're sorry in one way 
That every day can't be Sunday. 

Taxi rides make Lizzie smile, 
But she thinks it was worth while 
To pay that sum and save Shank's mare 
From roaming to, "Heavens Knows 

Ruth Pomeroy, a teacher plans to be, 
A disciplined girl we hope to see. 
As humorist with joyful line 
We'll hear her on the air some time. 




We now know Ed likes the girls, 
Especially one with dark brown curls. 
Proms now are more to his liking 
For dancing to him is quite striking. 

Bus rides to Lois are amusing. 
When the drivers are to her choosing. 
She shows talent in dancing ways, 
Which she revealed in high school days. 

Esther's rheumatism spoiled her walk, 
Though it did not spoil her debating talk. 
And all of us were pleased to know 
She received the rank, Pro Merito. 

This rythmn ranks not very well, 
The bard's Betty Wells, I'll have to tell 
This year she seemed to be a pest 
In Geology mostly; better in the rest. 

We are but "one", while here tonight, 
But soon we'll part our ways to fight. 
To Alma Mater we will sing, 
While joyfully the echoes ring. 


Parents, teachers and friends so true 
Our success is due to you. 
Our motto, "Energy wins the way", 
We'll try to follow every day. 

Betty Wells. 

Mr. Foster: "What is Coral?" 

George Field: "A place where they 
round up cattle." 

Miss Fisher: "Everyone pick up the 
floor before you go home tonight." 

James Malloy: "You'll have to hire 
some carpenters." 

Mr. Foster: "Where were you last night 
after school?" 

Field: "Did I have to stay?" 

Mr. Foster: "Sure." 

Field: "I knew I forgot something!" 

Mr. Stene: "What happened to the 
Roman Empire?" 

Mildred Sylvester: "It fell down." 

Miss Fisher: "You will have to be more 
careful when marking your papers. Last 
time I had to add some to most marks." 

Charlie Damon: "I wish you would do 
some adding this time." 

Mr. Foster: "What is noticeable about 
the hills in the contour map?" 

Betty Wells: "The hills are flat." 

Ruth Pittsinger: "Have you got to stay 
again tonight. Mickey?" 

Mickey Molloy: "Did you ever see a 
night when I didn't have to stay!" 

Mr. Stene: "What is a cloister?" 

Henry Soltys: "A bunch of grapes." 

Miss Fisher: "Tell about Lincoln's 

Betty Wells: "He was killed in the 

Mr. Foster: "Were there any land an- 
imals during the Ordovician period?" 

Esther Lupien: "Yes." 

Mr. Foster: "What kind?" 

Esther: "Sea fishes!" 

Mr. Stene: "Name some of the Teuton 

Dorothy Field: "The Teutons." 

Ruth Pomeroy : Will you please give me 
the date of the War of 1812? 

Mr. Foster: "What were, 'Gas Sun- 
days', during the World War?" 

Lois Bisbee: Sundays when the Ameri- 
cans had no heat in their houses." 

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from wearing glasses later and will help 

used in Blanket Mills — restores your 

them in their studies. 

blankets to a surprising newness. 

Let us examine their eyes 


F. H. Manwell 

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0. T. Dewhurst 

Highland Laundry Co. 

201 Main St. Tel. 184-W 

Tel. 3822 

Northampton, Mass. 


Williamsburg Inn 



"The Ledges" 

Athletic Supplies 


for every sport 

G. H. BUCKMAN, Prop. 

T. A. Purseglove 

15 State Street 

Williamsburg, Mass. 

Northampton, Mass. 

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The Whale Inn 


Phone 80 

"The whale he swam around the ocean 

and landed Jonah up in Goshen." 

Northampton, Mass. 

The Haydenville 

The Haydenville House 


Button Company 

A good Hotel for you to recommend to 

Your Friends. 


Special Sunday Dinners 

Chilson's Auto Top Shop 

W. Leroy Chilson 

Six Distinctive Departments 

Upholstered Furniture 

Harness Shop 

Slip Covers and Cushions 


Tel. 1822 

Automobile Plate Glass 

Auto Tops and Upholstery 



Phone 4895 

Suits and Topcoats 

Made to Order $19.50 up 

Lake Side Garage 

Suits dry cleaned and pressed $1.00 
Suit;: pressed .50 

Plain dresses and coats dry cleaned 

Service Station Batteries 

and pressed 1.00 
Repairing and altering a specialty. 


30 years experience. Free delivery. 


Witherell, The Tailor 

Goshen Road, Williamsburg, Tel. 4521. 

Now! Right Now! 

The turning point in your life is not the turning over in your inind 
about starting a bank account. It's when you turn it over to us. 



Cleaners and Dyers 

We Call and Deliver 


Tel. 2655 
Main St. Florence, Mass. 


\\M-' ' Merchant 
O quality zu Tailored 







We are again pleased to 

number among our many 

school and college 


The Tattler 

Annual Class Book 

of the 

Williamsburg High School 

Williamsburg, Mass. 

Metcalf ^Printing Co,